Close the hotel curtains
Because your act is up
No more dogs in the road on Sunday evening
No more taxis or angry police
No more muffled calls to prayer
No more gratitude in our response
No more flies to tell you
Skippy's not asleep
No more whispering neighbor children
No more headless surprises
draining from the swing set
No more hotel curtains
One more travel song
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